Nothing gets me quite as excited to return to the Mediterranean as Tucci in Italy. In a month I will be in Greece.
“Eat or die, the saying goes, but to my ears it sounded like just one more unpleasant threat. Nevertheless this superstition (I could only think of it as such) always aroused doubt and fear in me. Nothing was so hard for me to understand, so baffling, and at the same time so filled with menacing overtones as the commonplace remark, ‘Human beings work to earn their bread, for if they don’t eat, they die.’”
Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human
Omg the music video for Rod Stewart’s Young Turks is outstanding. I miss the 80s.
Test to see if this will post to bluesky…
It’s kind of insane to me that the world can’t align on an abbreviated date/time format and that it isn’t YYYY-MM-DD HH:SS to align with the technological default that we’ve all grown accustomed to.
Revisiting micro.blog and appreciating it immensely. Why did I ever quit you? And now I am publishing to it from my own site, rommy.blog. It feels like the perfect workflow.
The tiny flame of the lighter flickered between us, as perishable as the atmosphere which our exaggerated politeness had created. The merest breath would have extinguished the one, the least incautious gesture or word would have destroyed the other.
Christopher Isherwood The Last of Mr. Norris
Once again the air reeks of microwaved popcorn. Once again I am only who I am.
George Saunders Offloading for Mrs. Schwartz
Gerard Malanga’s paris to new york non stop
#poetry
If you get the message, hang up the phone. For psychedelic drugs are simply instruments, like microscopes, telescopes, and telephones. The biologist does not sit with eye permanently glued to the microscope, he goes away and works on what he has seen.
Alan Watts
It seemed to him the room of an inhibited bachelor. It was dimly horrifying, like timid secret desires for unattainable intimacies.
Graham Greene The Confidential Agent
He was no longer interested in his own psychology. He dreamed of lecture-rooms, his wife, sometimes of food and wine, very often of flowers.
Graham Greene The Confidential Agent
Charles Bukowski - The Wasted Profession
The Boy and the Heron was as solid as we can expect from any Miyazaki film, but while there were moments of magic, it failed to completely awe me in a way I’ve come to expect from him. And that’s fine I guess. Perhaps what disappointed me the most was Joe Hisaishi’s score this time around.
The world of men is dreaming, it has gone mad in its sleep, and a snake is strangling it, but it can’t wake up.
D.H. Lawrence
From Nathanael West’s The Day of the Locust
Her invitation wasn’t to pleasure, but to struggle, hard and sharp, closer to murder than to love. If you threw yourself on her, it would be like throwing yourself from the parapet of a skyscraper. You would do it with a scream. You couldn’t expect to rise again. Your teeth would be driven into your skull like nails into a pine board and your back would be broken. You wouldn’t even have time to sweat or close your eyes.
Like It Is - Yusef Lateef
Brooklyn, NY in 2015
Dream Scenario was good. Never quite got weird enough in its absurdism or deep enough into the darkness. It always had one foot solidly grounded in reality which made it feel a bit too normal/linear relative to my expectations. boxd.it/v2h0
Pomegranate by Louise Glück
